This is a song about "The 60s"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I give bitches dick and leave

As the tao converted the thief

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the